Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-04-02

self on the sofa, and you feel in a
state Of despair. You wish that
someone would come in and break
up the gloom. Everything seems
0be against yon. Youfcreditors
against You. The bank against
you. Your friends. Suddenly be-
come critical. against yon. All the
past against you. All the future
against you. You make reproach-
fu' cutlery: mo man cares for my
s0nl.D
There was another occasion when
all the doors of your heart swung
open for sacred Influences. A
bright light.wentoutin courthouse.
hold. Within three or four days
there we're col pressed ckness;
death, bseq ui 20 on Z sNe ere So
lone that hun red ID apIes com
& 81 s. 81 rsa!sa
np5the olfIttafjjne less. 81 81 we're az
most killed with the domestic ca.
lamltY. Afewsf formal perf1Dftory
words of consolation were uttered
on the stairs before you went to the
grave; but you wanted some
one to come and talk over the whole
matter. and recite the alleviations,
and decipher the lessons of the
dark bereavement No one came.
Many a time you could not sleep
until 2 or 8 O'Clock in the morning,
and thenyour sleep was troubled
dream, in which was reenacted all
the scene of sickness, and parting,
and dissolution. Oh what days and
nights they were! No man seemed
to care for your soul.
There was another occasion when
your heart was very susceptible
There were hundreds of people
who pressed into the kingdom of
God; some of them acquaintances,
some business associates, yes, per.
haps, some members of your OWL
family were baptised by sprinIlliny
or immersion. Christian people
thought OF you and they called at
your store, but you were out on
business. They stopped at yonr
honse; you had gone around to
spend the evening. They sent a
kindly message to yon; SOMEHOW,
by accident, you did not get it,
The lifeboat of thc Gospel swept
through the surf and everybody
seemed to get in but you. Every
thing seemed to escape you. Ole
touch OF personal sympathy would
have pushed you into the kingdom
OF God. When on communion day
your friends went In aud your sons
and daughters wentinto the church,
you buried your face IN your hand
kerchief and sobhed, "Wby am I
left onL9 Everybody seems to get
saved but me. No man cares for
my soul.u q.
Hearken to revelation have
to make. 1t is a startling state
ment. IL will so surprise you that
l must prove it as go on. Instead
of this total indifference all about
you: in regard to your soul, I have
to tell you that heaven, and. earth
and hell are after your immortal
spirit. Earth 70 cheat it. He'll to
destroy it. Heaven to redeem il.
Although You may be y stranger to
the Christians in this house, their
faces would glow and their hearts
would bound it they saw you make
one step heavenward. So Intricate
and fsr-reaching is this web of
sympathy that | could by one word
rouse a great many prayers in your
behalf. No one cares for your soul!
Way, one signal Of distress OH your
part would thrill this audience with
holy excitement. II Il boat in anv
harbor should get III distress, from
the men of war, and from the sloop
aud from the steamers, the flying
paddles would pull to the rescue.
And if now, you would lift one sig
nal of distress,aIl these voyayers OF
eternity would bear down toward
you and bring you relief. But no.
You are like a ship on fire'at sea.
They keep the matches down, and
the captain is trenzled, and he
gives orders that no one hail the
passing Ships. He says: IL shall
either land this vesselin Hamburg,
or on the bottom Of the ocean, aud
[ don't care which," Yonder is a
ship of the White Star Line pass.
ing. Yonder Que of the National
Line. Yonder one of the Cunard
Line. Yonder one of the Inman
Line. But they know not there is
any calamity happening OH that
one vessel. Oh! if the captain
would only put his trumpet to his
lip, aud cry OUT: clover your
boats! Bear down this way! We
are burning up! Fire! Fire! No.
No. No Signals given. Ii tha5
II -
vessel perishes, having h;liled no
one, whose faulC will it be9 Will
it be the fault OF the vessels thai;
passing on the high seas, would
have been glad to furnish reliefif
it had been only askeli In other
words, my brother, ii you miss heav-
Ell it will be your own fault.
No one care for your soul! Why,
in all theages there have been men
whose eutire business was soul
saving. In this work, Munson went
down under the knives of the can-
dlbals whom he had come to save,
and Robert McCheyne preached
himself to death by thirty years Of
age. and John Bunyan WAS thrown